I’m digging a hole in my backyard,
looking for inspiration.

Bored of writing about the moon,
the spring flowers or green leaves,
I find beauty in pale white roots
and stripes of clay through soil.

I probably shouldn’t have bought lunch
from the hot dog cart outside the courthouse.

Like I should’ve called a cab that night
instead of trying to drive home.

I also shouldn’t have bou...

April heatwave
Gnats and ants join our picnic for two
Splendid — because of you

(Written while listening to Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony.)

There’s a cardinal perched in my backyard
waiting for me to fling this morning’s seeds
so he has something give his girlfriend.

But first I cut an orange in half
and the mist erupts into sunlight
sl...

I know I’m forgetting something. I can see it on tip of my tongue. It’s waving at me from the just out of earshot. And it’s important. Something I’m supposed to do.

When I ask the children in scrubs, they’re ...